Stella stood her face red and moist from the many tears that trickled down her face. The man before her was covered to the chin in a white embroidered cloth all life drained from his aged features.
“Is it him?” asked the detective softly placing a gentle hand on the thirteen year olds shoulder.
“Yes” wept Stella barley audibly.
“Do you want some time alone?” questioned the middle aged detective.
Stella nodded as she moped her face with her hankie. She stood there for a moment not quite sure what to do frozen to the spot. She wasn’t sure whether she could touch him not when he was dead. She made to leave the room when it dawned on her that she would never be tickled by his long white beard as he kissed her good night ever again. That she would never greet him of a morning, or be embarrassed when he’d pick her up from school on his Harley Davidson in his bikers outfit at the age of eighty five. No there would be no more seeing his aged gentle face if she just upt and left that room. As the next time she would come in contact with him would be as he was laid to rest deep in the ground between her mother and her grandmother. Knowing this she slowly lent over her young at heart grandfather giving him a gentle kiss on his wrinkled forehead.
“I love you pop” she whispered “and I’ll never forget you. The police will get who did this horrible act and they will suffer hopefully more than you.”
Stella felt so lost, so alone she had no family now except her father. But as far as she was concerned he had lost the right of being a member of her family when he drove her mother literally to her death. Nearly killing himself and Stella in the process. The memory of that awful day played out in her mind as though someone was showing her a film of that hideous moment.
Stella waved good bye to Electra as they got into the car ready to head home from Electra’s fourteenth birthday party.
“How was it honey?” said her father who was uncharacteristically chipper. This took Stella and her mother by surprise. They where five minutes from home when Stella’s father put his foot down on the accelerator and drove of the road at an exuberant pace. Subsequently hitting into a tree her mother was wedged in the car and killed instantly. The tree however missed Stella who was behind the driver’s seat and her father who had miss judged. His plan failing. She had screamed for what felt an eternity “MUM, MUM, MUM” and then pounded her father till she could pound no more yelling “You basted you killed her you killed her you murderer”
Stella came back to the present the memory being temporarily pushed aside while she was introduced to her supposed new parents.
“Hello dear” said the blonde haired women before her “Nice to meet you just wished we could have done it under different circumstances”
“Yeah me to” said Stella bitterly.
“This is my husband Mark”
“Hello Stella pleasure to meet you” retorted Mark extending his hand for her to take.
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